*quick recap for the unwary*
After failing my DAS test in the UK, I picked up a learner's licence and a 1994 ZZR250 to use as my primary means of transport in Auckland. I had had the bike about three weeks when a sharp corner, poor suspension and a bumpy road caused me to crash. It took about a month before the bike got fixed up (thanks again lads) and I was back on the road. In that time, I'd lost a bit of faith in the bike and it's ability to get me round corners at any speed. I was determined to stick at it, and was coming home from the Coro loop after a week back in the saddle when the brakes failed and I hit a car.
As before, both me and the bike escaped without serious damage. The bike was repaired (cheers mate- she looks awesome) and is now in better shape than ever. However, on riding it home from the garage it was not long before my reunion glee turned to fear.
I don't trust my bike any more, or my ability to ride it.
I know it'll come with time, and spending time on the back of Gremlins Hornet has helped me remember that bike are (relatively) safe, but on my own bike? I keep remembering that feeling of pulling the brake lever and getting nothing, or of leaning the bike to have it come away from underneath me. I'm sure if these crashes had happened further down the line then I'd feel better about it, but two so close to the start of my riding career has really shaken me.
How do I pull myself out of this? I never rode like a crazed lunatic before the bin, but the fact I now feel dread when I see a 45 corner rather than glee is not good!

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